tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139717.post111660535232257082..comments2023-05-04T05:22:36.772-07:00Comments on The Work of Her Hands: CompanyJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551372986526581604noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139717.post-1116645315142849452005-05-20T20:15:00.000-07:002005-05-20T20:15:00.000-07:00He really was very tiny. He fit in the palm of my ...He really was very tiny. He fit in the palm of my hand. I think he will be all right though, he had all his fur and his eyes were open, and he also was pooping on his own, so he should have all the flora he needed in his gut to survive. It was such a relief to wake up Wednsday morning and find him still alive.Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01551372986526581604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139717.post-1116628894291776082005-05-20T15:41:00.000-07:002005-05-20T15:41:00.000-07:00I had the same thing happen to me when I was a kid...I had the same thing happen to me when I was a kid. My dad brought home a nest of baby bunnies when he ran over the nest with the lawnmower. I got up all hours of the night to take care of them. I tried to feed them warm cow's milk with a medicine dropper. One by one, they turned cold. How sad:(<BR/><BR/>Josiah bought a bunny about the same size as the one you had at the farmer's market. It lived, but it got loose one day. It didn't run away, though, it just hopped around under the cars all summer. We couldn't catch it. I think it brought it's babies and came back this spring, because we have about 5 of them that hop all over the yard now. One of them hopped right up to me one day, and just looked at me, then hopped on by like he wasn't even scared.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12402301442675364051noreply@blogger.com